Most women would rip your eyes out, if you referred to them as a thing! Sally is a good thing! She doesn’t object to my saying so.When we returned f...om our honeymoon, I began organizing our life. Sally hadn’t mentioned bathing in her litany of assistance required. My assumption is, bathing has never been a priority for her. It is for me, especially for the person I’m sleeping with.Yes, Sally sleeps with me in my bed, and I with her. Her bed now, if hours used defines ownership. She mostly. Once I felt her responding, we moved on, as we had planned, to sixty-nine. We had previously agreed that we wouldn’t press our luck by turning to what Evelyn called her toy drawer: the blindfold, the velcro cuffs for wrists and ankles, the gel, the tiny silver vibrator as slim as a pencil. Maybe another time, but revealing too much too soon might spoil everything. Sixty-nine was quicker than it need have been, but this was the first lust that Evelyn wisely believed was the best prelude to more. I was shoving my cock deep into her mouth and down her throat. I unloaded my sperms down her throat. Some of my cum even came out of her nose! She swabbed my cock sucking it hard. When she came off, she swallowed all that she had added including my initial cum.“I love the taste of cum including mine.”“So, you eat cream pies?”“Yes, my girlfriends all let me watch them fuck. Then I suck them clean. I love it.”I thought that was an oral fixation. “Macy, have you ever sucked an anal cream pie?”She. Part of me is a very powerful listener. I’m a listener. When those combine....” I let it go.She takes it in. “What’s Gina?” Damn bright little one.“Gina is a seer.”“Dreamer, listener, seer… is that the us?” “Kind of. Partly. A very small part.”“Oh. Who’s the woman in my dream?”“I don't know.”Susan leans into me. I can see the wheels spinning in her head. It’s a lot to take in.Propped up on an elbow, she looks at me deadly serious. It’s everything I can do to not let loose a Coyote.
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